“But Dan can make me come,” I protested weakly.
“Yes, but you have to be in the mood,” Cheryl said. “You have to work at it. He has to stimulate your clit while you tell him what adjustments to make … whereas, a guy like Eddie, if he puts his big cock inside you, you are coming no matter what.”
I was annoyed with her again. What a shallow way to think—but she was dead on right.
“You are sexually dominant over anyone who doesn’t have the ability to make you come,” said Cheryl. “Dan can’t make you submit to your inner slut like these studs can, and his inability to prey on your submissiveness puts him in an inferior category. Especially since you can make him come at will, just by gripping your pussy around his inadequate penis. So you and Dan are no longer sexual equals, and you have to accept that.
“But here’s the thing,” she continued. “Dan knows this, too … he senses his sexual place. He craves it. He wants you to put him there. Deep inside, there’s nothing he wants more than to hear that he is sexually inferior to you, and that you need a real Alpha male to satisfy you—which he is not.”
I had nothing to say; it was a lot to absorb. Cheryl had alluded to these subjects before, but this time her words were really sinking in.
“We each have our sexual destinies,” Cheryl continued. “You are an alpha girl. As such, you crave submission to the rare male who can really take you over. This is a primal need inside you, driven by your desire to be impregnated. Your pussy is in charge of this process, not your head, and your pussy knows that pregnancy can best happen with a large cock opening up your vagina, spreading it wide with orgasms, and then shooting a big load deep inside you, all up against your walls.” I felt squirmy and horny just listening to her talk like this!
“Now that you’ve had this experience,” said Cheryl, “no vow of monogamy will protect you—unless you’re getting what you need inside the relationship. That ‘pussy memory’ of being stretched, filled, orgasmed, inseminated—for that you’ll throw everything to the wind, you’ll cheat on Dan, you’ll do whatever it takes to get that feeling again, those baby-making orgasms, screaming on a nice thick cock. But here’s the thing: after that need passes, you will crave love and affection again, and to be taken care of. In a way, you need two different men, or one man who is incredibly versatile in his physical and emotional skills.”
How did Cheryl know so much more about what made me tick than I did?
“But it gets more interesting,” Cheryl said. “You also have a need to put submissive men in their places, and that’s why you’re so attached to one.”
“But Dan’s not submissive!” I said.
“No, in the outside world he’s not. He’s not a total submissive; he’s what they call a ‘switch.’ But deep down, he knows he’s a beta man in the bedroom—a beta boy.” Cheryl’s words were harsh, but she didn’t sound cruel, just truthful. “He needs you to show him his sexual place; you both crave that on some level. And you love claiming that power over a man who seems, to the outside world, like he would never surrender that power. Yet you can take it, use it, put him in his place with it. And he needs that more than anything—until the point where it takes away from his self-respect. That’s why your cheating has driven him off.
“It won’t be easy,” Cheryl continued, “but the best hope for your relationship is to live out these needs, either in fantasies or real life …. I’ll bet if you talk about this honestly again, your sexual spark will come back. It might be different than it once was, when you were so in lust with Dan you saw him as your sexual equal, but it will give a spark back to your sex life, and Linda, it just might be the best hope for your marriage. You may even find him surprising you with a different kind of confidence—one based on acceptance and not on the pressure of having to perform beyond what he is genetically capable of.”
“If it’s just about size, why don’t we get some big toys?”
“Well, playing with toys can be good and a great outlet for fantasies,” said Cheryl. “But I think you will find toys don’t get to the heart of it. It’s not just about size; it’s about size as an avenue into dominance and submission. If Dan puts a large toy in you, he’s still a small-dicked guy pushing a toy into you. He’s not taking over your body, and your pussy isn’t juicing up the way it would with a big guy totally taking it over.”
I could definitely remember that super wet feeling, which allowed me to take these dicks that seemed so much larger than what I could normally handle.
“That’s why you generally can take a bigger cock than a toy,” Cheryl continued. “Using a toy doesn’t allow you to experience total submission nor does it allow Dan to experience the wonderfully intense feelings of being put in his place by you sexually. And I think you’ll notice, the best sex is sex that you share, where everyone is finding their place at the same time, where the truth of what you need is sharp enough to hurt a little. The physical sensations of being filled with a big cock are almost a bonus compared to the sacrifice, the proof of love Dan is offering you, and the rush of submitting totally to one man and dominating another at the same time.”
“Wow.” It was all I could think of to say. But she was right—those orgasms had been the most intense of my life. I suddenly realized it wasn’t just Benny’s size that made them so incredible—it was the way I had simultaneously taken charge of Dan’s sexual pleasure. Even while having sex with Benny alone, Dan had been on my mind. Knowing how much these encounters were making him crazy drove me to new heights.
“Don’t screw this up by longing for the perfect man,” said Cheryl. “The perfect man is just that, and almost impossible to find, even for sexy smart girls.” Cheryl’s inviting look made me want to throw her on the ground myself. “Bring the father of your child home, and set this right. It won’t be a simple relationship, but it’s your best chance.”
Silence on my end.
“You know you deserve this …” Cheryl added. “Why else would you have felt so little guilt fucking Benny all week?”
I forgot I had told Cheryl about that, and blushed.
“God, that big black cock must have felt so good inside you,” Cheryl said a little wistfully.
“Oh … you have no idea …” and we started laughing. The hard part of the conversation was over; the rest was girl talk, lusty girl talk. I had a lot to think about. I stayed up late, sitting on the front porch and listening to the wind bend the trees.
Chapter 15: Sex Versus Love Versus Sex
The next few days without Dan were strange, hollow. His absence was an indictment of my choices. I kept hoping to get horny, for lust to overpower the loneliness, but it didn’t happen. I masturbated a couple of times, but the orgasms were halfhearted. I thought about visiting Dan at his hotel, begging him to come home, kissing him into submission, feeling his arms wrapping around my back and knowing that his eyes regarded me with real love. But something stopped me.
Two weeks went by; then one day I got home from work and saw Dan’s CRV parked outside. I heard a rustling in the garage and knew he was in there rummaging around. Before he could say anything, I was kissing him, holding him, pulling him into the living room. We lost ourselves in the moment, putting aside recent history. The next day, I woke up in his arms, feeling a rightness creeping back into my world. Why was I ever stupid enough to question it?
“Dan?”
“Yeah.”
“Dan, I don’t know all the answers, and I’m starting to think I never will. But I do know I’ll be making a really big mistake if I let you go. I want you to come home.”
“Okay.”
Dan’s first week back was almost like a honeymoon. We were in a rhythm—even making breakfast was dreamy, with Dan cooking my eggs with just the right amount of runny yolk—a skill that had eluded him in the past. He even warmed my slippers by the heater so that they would be ready for me when I got out of the shower.
The second week was less dreamy; we were back in our old marital comfort zone. T
he third week, I had my first confusing thought. Parts of my conversation with Cheryl were sneaking back.
“Linda ….”
Dan was waking me up. It was early in the morning.
“Yeah, honey? Is something wrong?”
“Yes.”
“What?” I said, sitting up now, instantly wide awake.
“We have a problem.”
“We do?”
“Yeah … I’m not sure …” Dan continued, “that we can go on without a sex life of some kind.”
“But we had sex, just the other day,” I protested.
“Actually that was a week ago.”
“Oh,” I said.
“I had time to think about this while I was gone,” Dan said. “This isn’t going to be easy for me to say….”
I sat straight up in bed, fearing the worst.
“I don’t think we are sexually compatible,” he said.
“Oh, nonsense!” I said. “We have great sex sometimes ….”
“No,” he said. “I think our marriage is going to die a slow death without the brutal truth …. So here it is ….”
I waited.
“I think you need a much bigger cock than I have. I’m too small to satisfy you.”
I felt a flash of anger and embarrassment. Everything in my head—every progressive intellectual thought, every drop of common sense, every feeling of hope for the future—told me Dan was wrong. But the twitch between my legs told me something else.
“Dan, there are plenty of ways to satisfy a woman, you know that …. And you’re good at a heck of a lot of them.”
“Linda, you forget, I was there. I watched you—not once, but two different times with two different guys …. I saw how you responded to them physically.”
I was embarrassed into silence. I couldn’t see where this was headed, or how it could help us.
“But there’s something more, Linda, something I haven’t told you.”
“What’s that?”
“You weren’t the only one who needed that; I needed it, too. I needed you to be honest about my inability to fuck you properly. I needed you to tease me about my little dick … and … here goes: tell me how lucky a small-dicked guy like me is to have such a beautiful woman as you as his wife—a woman who can get just about any man she wants.”
I sat there and stewed on his words, quietly flabbergasted. It was a bold confession, very much in line with what Cheryl had said. I felt torn between the sexually correct ideas in my head and that persistent tug between my legs.
“So how does this help us?” I asked Dan. “Let’s say that what you say is true … how does it help us? Doesn’t it just show that we need to break up, or as you were saying, that we are incompatible?”
“Well …” said Dan. “That’s what I thought … but now I’m not so sure anymore …. See, I got to thinking … the guys you fucked—the ones who pleased you so well—I really don’t think you would ever want to date those guys seriously, much less marry them.”
“Oh God, no!” I said.
“And well, let’s face it: it would be very hard for me to find a relationship as good as this one, with a woman as amazing as you are.”
“Well, I don’t know about that,” I responded, a little self-consciously.
“So …” Dan persisted, “I think we need to … I don’t know … come to an arrangement.”
“An arrangement?”
“Yeah. An understanding that I have trouble pleasing you, that it’s the only flaw in our marriage. The thing is; it can become a huge fault line if we don’t face it. So we acknowledge it openly, have fun with it, stay honest ….”
I was thinking.
“Maybe that means you have sex with other guys sometimes while I watch, maybe that means trying bigger toys to see if that does the trick. But we start with honesty, brutal sexual honesty, and let that dictate our choices. This way, maybe we find that spark, and no one cheats. Maybe no one gets hurt.”
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know how to think about it. But maybe there was something to it: Cheryl’s advice and Dan’s ideas had a lot of common ground.
“Dan, can I think about this for a while?”
“Sure, no problem …. I’m going to get ready for work.”
Chapter 16: An Opportune Disruption
It was fascinating to be around Dan the next couple of weeks. He had a weight off his shoulders and some swagger in his step. I wasn’t particularly attracted to him, but he didn’t seem pathetic, either. “Brave” was the word that came to mind. Brazen in his love for me. Meanwhile, I drooped around the house. I’d come home from work, hit the TV couch, and devour whatever snacks I could find. But Dan, he was a man at peace with himself, and what’s more, he seemed comfortable with my own indecision. We didn’t have sex, but there was no pressure from him, no hint of dissatisfaction. I didn’t know what to do exactly, but I felt comfortable around him.
I’m not sure how long this new arrangement would have lasted, but events intervened to put a stop to it after three and a half weeks.
The event that marked three and a half weeks occurred in an unexpected way. I was asked by my boss to entertain a potential client. Most of these guys were schlubs, burnouts worn down from years on the road. Steve, however, was not. As soon as I saw him, I felt a jolt. It was odd, because he was rather short, perhaps 5 foot 7, shorter than me. But he had a way about him, and a heavy masculine voice.
He stared straight into my eyes, his gaze unwavering. It was the kind of look that said, “I could have you if I wanted you.” I wasn’t used to that; I was used to being able to intimidate guys from the outset—especially my drab work colleagues.
It was easy to be careless with Steve, to share a drink over dinner, something I never did with clients. To share another drink. To sit in my car with him after dinner, to kiss him. Then to pull away.
“Steve, I can’t do this. I’m … married.”
“Linda, I’m not looking to break up your marriage,” said Steve in that mesmerizing deckhand voice. “I’m just looking to make you feel good. I want to make you feel … like the hot lady you are.”
Steve’s lines were kind of bland, really. Dan was much more poetic. But Steve’s powerful voice overcame his weak material.
“Steve, I just …. My husband and I have had some ups and downs recently. I just can’t do this right now to our marriage …. We’re finally coming out the other side ….”
“Okay, Linda, I understand,” Steve said with a crack of a smile. “But the thing is, I can tell how bad you want it, so something isn’t right ….”
What an asshole. I drove Steve back to his car, steamed over this last remark. Who did he think he was? What arrogance! I thanked him for dinner in a dismissive way and drove off with my foot on the gas.
But in bed later that night, after Dan was asleep, I masturbated for the first time in a long while, and had a warm, tingly come … thinking about Steve.
I didn’t want to admit it, but I was disappointed when I learned that Steve had left town, that another person would be taking over. Two weeks later, when I learned that Steve was coming back into town to sign the paperwork, I tingled with anticipation.
Before I knew it, we were making out like teenagers again, this time in Steve’s rental car. He guided me into the back seat, his hand on my breast, mine on his crotch. I had known from the start Steve had a big cock—his effortless confidence pretty much guaranteed it—and there it was, all bunched up in a huge wad. I had to push his hands off me to take a closer look, unzipping him, pulling out his half-hard dick, gasping a bit. Steve wasn’t the biggest guy I had seen, but he had this thick root jutting into a huge mushroom head. On his small frame, it looked enormous. His cock felt crazy thick in my hands, and it wasn’t even hard yet.
“Oh wow, Steve … Oh wow,” I said as I started jerking him off, looking to see if anyone was around. But the parking lot behind the restaurant was deserted.
“Yes Linda, Yes. Feel
it, that’s for you, all of that is for you.”
I couldn’t help but stroke it, see if I could make it rise. What a difference this was from my tender affections with Dan. With Steve, I felt so … intimidated, like I’d been thrown in the ring with a sexual force that pushed me to my limits.
“Oh Steve ….” Steve’s cock pushed out aggressively from his body, its mushroom head swollen and red. It wasn’t what you would call a beautiful cock, far from it. Dan’s small slender cock was much more elegant. But Steve’s cock … it was a cock that could do some damage, I thought as I jacked it up and down. It had a strange shape—incredibly thick at the shaft, tapering off right at the head before expanding into that big mushroom. It wasn’t the longest cock I’d seen—though quite a bit longer than Dan’s—but the thickness and strange shape set it apart. I was on the verge of throwing everything I had with Dan away, imagining ways to get that cock inside me, but something stopped me. Surprising even myself, I knew what I had to do.
“Steve, you remember I’m married, right?”
“Yes, and remember that I said ….”
“Steve, the point is this: I’m not going to cheat on my husband. Not now, not ever. But … his cock is really small, and sometimes I need a cock like yours ….”
Steve looked confused. I kept stroking him to get the conversation where I wanted it.
“I want to talk to Dan … let him know I met someone with a nice manly cock …. And Steve, if Dan wants to watch it happen, I want him to.”
Steve didn’t seem to fancy these complications, but I looked good that night. Tight fitting skirt, a pink tube blouse that clung to me more than it should have, some tanned cleavage jutting out …. Steve wanted me as much as I wanted him … and he would do anything I said.
“Well, Linda, if that’s what it’s gonna take to get inside of you, that’s what it’s going to take.”
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